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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Danielle Patucci,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.