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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Symarip,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.