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 Iraq and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Guru Guru,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.