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 Comoros and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
the Human League,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.