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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sandy B to the grunge 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Black Pus,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.