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 Gambia and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Freddie Wadling,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.