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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Rekid,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.