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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 Manila and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Harmonia,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.