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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.