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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Misunderstood to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
Pere Ubu,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.