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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
PIL,
The Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.