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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 jazz 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Bang On A Can,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Pylon,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
The Selecter,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.