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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Depeche Mode,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
June Days,
Mark Hollis,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.