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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Ice-T,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Evens,
Little Man,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.