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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Fire Engines to the grime 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Flipper,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.