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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.