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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Wake,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
PIL,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
X-101,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
The Saints,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
The Names,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.