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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Visage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Little Man,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.