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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Monks,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.