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 Libya 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Pulsallama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Flipper,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.