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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.