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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Isaac Hayes,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.