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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.