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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
CMW,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Magma,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
the Swans,
Pole,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.