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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
Dual Sessions,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.