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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish 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?
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.