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 Mauritius and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Subhumans,
The Tremeloes,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.