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 Togo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.