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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.