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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Organ,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.