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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.