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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Moebius,
This Heat,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.