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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang of Four,
Aloha Tigers,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.