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 Andorra and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Glenn Branca to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.