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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 Calgary and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Kaleidoscope,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Schoolly D,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.