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 Samoa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Liliput,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.