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 the UAE and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Severed Heads,
Procol Harum,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
the Human League,
DNA,
CMW,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.