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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
The Slits,
Pole,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.