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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
The Fall,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Morten Harket,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.