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 Latvia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Lou Christie to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
Boredoms,
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.