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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 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 The Zeros to the dance 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.