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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Mars,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.