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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Krayola to the funk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.