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 Germany and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
June Days,
Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.