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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Television,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.