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 Maldives and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.