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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Lalann to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
The Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
AZ,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.