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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Fatback Band,
Metal Thangz,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Interpol,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.