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 Bolivia and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the dance 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.