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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
Index,
Aaron Thompson,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.