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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
ABC,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Visage,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.