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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
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.