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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shoche,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.