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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Sällskapet,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.