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 South Africa 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
The Move,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
cv313,
Ituana,
Organ,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.