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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Warren Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.