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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.