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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Parry Music to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wings,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lungfish,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
D'Angelo,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
the Bar-Kays,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
Audionom,
KRS-One,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.