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 Nigeria and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.