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 Zambia and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan 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.