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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.