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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Warren Ellis to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.