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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Ponytail,
Wings,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.