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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gong,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
DNA,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.