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 Belize and from Toronto.
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 Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
DNA,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Q65,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.