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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 guitar 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Slave,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Inner City,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.