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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Suicide,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Easy Going,
Pole,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.