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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Kerri Chandler,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Hashim,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.