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 Armenia and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Last Poets,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Urselle,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Index,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.