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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Skaos,
Gong,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Can,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.