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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.