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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Can,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Organ,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Dead Boys,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.