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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.