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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.