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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 guitar 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Crime,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Motorama,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.