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 Ivory Coast 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Minutemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.