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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
The Blackbyrds,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.