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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
X-102,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.