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 Ghana and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 John Lydon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Swans,
Ituana,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.