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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Nick Fraelich,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.