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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
The Barracudas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.