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 Dominica and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 sitar 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Organ,
Dual Sessions,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lucky Dragons,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.