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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.