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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tres Demented,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.