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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Swans,
Franke,
Shoche,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Stereo Dub,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.