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 Ghana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fuzztones to the punk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Wings,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Gong,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.