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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Can,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
Smog,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Popol Vuh,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.