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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Jandek,
X-102,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.