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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Japan,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.