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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Kurtis Blow,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
This Heat,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Wire,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.