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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.