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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dawn Penn,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.