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 Austria 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neil Young,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Laurel Aitken,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.