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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Slits,
the Association,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.