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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joensuu 1685,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.