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 Paraguay and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Janne Schatter,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.