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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Massinfluence,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.