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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
John Holt,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.