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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
JFA,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.