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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Scientists,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.