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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Lower 48,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.