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 New Zealand 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
PIL,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Warren Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.