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 United Kingdom and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Symarip,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.