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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Los Fastidios,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
DNA,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Stetsasonic,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Chrome,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted 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.