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 Nepal and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Essential Logic to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Knickerbockers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.