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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Ludus,
PIL,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
Rakim,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.