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 Singapore 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Depeche Mode,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.