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 Gabon and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Section 25,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Chrome,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.