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 South Africa 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Depeche Mode,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Sexual Harrassment,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.