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 India and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 linndrum 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arcadia,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Can,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Parry Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.