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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Quantec to the grime 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Kenny Larkin,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.