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 Benin and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Yaz,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
The Saints,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.