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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.