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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.