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 Finland and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Yellowson,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Television,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bauhaus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Gong,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.