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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
Sällskapet,
D'Angelo,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Wolf Eyes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.