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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.