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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacob Miller,
Ludus,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Pylon,
The Move,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.