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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.