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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
Slave,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thompson Twins,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
The Gap Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.