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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
ABC,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Little Man,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.