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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 John Cale to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
The Slackers,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.