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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
AZ,
ABBA,
Sparks,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.