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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Roxy Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
June of 44,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.