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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sexual Harrassment,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anthony Braxton,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.