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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Model 500,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
Television,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.