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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Monolake,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.