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 Oman and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Motorama,
Pole,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Howard Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skarface,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Buzzcocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.