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 Syria and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Technova,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.