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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Desert Stars,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.