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 Laos 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harmonia,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Brass Construction,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.