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 Fiji and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Dirtbombs to the disco 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.