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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rod Modell,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Ossler,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.