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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Seeds to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.