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 Slovakia and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Pagans,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Swans,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.