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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Blancmange,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.