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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Cluster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Smog,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.