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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Tim Buckley,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Main Source,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.