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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
Harpers Bizarre,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.