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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.