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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Bauhaus,
Wire,
La Düsseldorf,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.