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 Israel and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
MDC,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.