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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.