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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
John Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.