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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.