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 Cyprus 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Robert Wyatt,
Fad Gadget,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Excepter,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.