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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.