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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Star Department to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
The Index,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Oneida,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.