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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Can,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.