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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Deakin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.