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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
JFA,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
the Sonics,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.