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 Nauru and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nico to the grunge 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
T. Rex,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.