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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 the Normal to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.