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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Warsaw to the rock 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
Hashim,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Howard Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Von Mondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.