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 Malta and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Zapp,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.