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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
The Invisible,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
The Gun Club,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Cluster,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.