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 Fiji 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Sparks,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Stetsasonic,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
CMW,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.