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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 marimba 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.