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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Franke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Brass Construction,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Wire,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.