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 Kazakhstan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
The Dirtbombs,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.