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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Ronnie Foster,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Young Marble Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.