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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grime 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crime,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Suburban Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Masters at Work,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.