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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Black Flag,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Star Department,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.