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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Near,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.