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 Togo and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skatalites to the punk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Qualms,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.