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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
La Düsseldorf,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
The Move,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.