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 Cape Verde and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.