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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Television,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Spandau Ballet,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yaz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Oneida,
DNA,
World's Most,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.