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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.