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 Sweden and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters 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 funk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Camberwell Now,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Ken Boothe,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.