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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Cure to the techno 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.