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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.