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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Zeros to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Second Layer,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.