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 Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Cameo,
Audionom,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
The Motions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Monolake,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Nico,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.