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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Lungfish,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.