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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Misunderstood to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Gabor Szabo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Swans,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Organ,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Japan,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Names,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang On A Can,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Scion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.