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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mars,
Pagans,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.