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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Goldenarms,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.