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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.