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 Burundi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Grass Roots to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Colin Newman,
Accadde A,
The Invisible,
Eden Ahbez,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.