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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.