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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
Echospace,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Outsiders,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.