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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Bobby Womack,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.