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 United States and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Surgeon,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Ituana,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.