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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cymande,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mark Hollis,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.