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 Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
the Human League,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.