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 Suriname and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chris Corsano to the funk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Victims,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.