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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
Gichy Dan,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
Rekid,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.