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 Honduras and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Janne Schatter,
Crime,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.