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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
UT,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.