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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
UT,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
The Offenders,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.