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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Foxx to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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?
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Technova,
The Move,
Jeff Lynne,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.