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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Vladislav Delay,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.