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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.