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 Peru and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Selecter,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.