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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Groovy Waters,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.