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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Main Source to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
MDC,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Soul II Soul,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.