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 Malta and from Portland.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Star Department 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.