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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Second Layer,
Fugazi,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Brick,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.