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 Albania and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
The Mojo Men,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Japan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.