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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Can,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Mars,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.