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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Joy Division to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.