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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 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 Index to the techno 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Bronski Beat,
Peter and Kerry,
The Birthday Party,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Moebius,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.