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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.