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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
John Foxx,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.