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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Buckinghams to the crunk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Sandy B,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Technova,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.