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 Israel and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the rap 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy 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?
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
Nirvana,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.