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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Crime,
Wire,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
The Misunderstood,
Tomorrow,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.