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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Eve St. Jones,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Moebius,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Mantronix,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.