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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.