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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Ice-T,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.