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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.