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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 marimba 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Whodini,
cv313,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.