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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
MDC,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.