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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 The Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Hot Snakes,
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Lakeside,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.