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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.