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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Remains,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
PIL,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.