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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.