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 Kuwait and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.