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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
Warsaw,
Nico,
the Slits,
The Busters,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
KRS-One,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.