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 Venezuela and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.