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 Taiwan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Fatback Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Japan,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Copeland,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.