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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Fat Boys,
The Zeros,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Christie,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.