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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Davy DMX to the jazz 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mantronix,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.