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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the grime 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skarface,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.