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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
Television,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
John Holt,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
X-102,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.