Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cowsills to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.