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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.