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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 ABC to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Ludus,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.