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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.