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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
New Order,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.