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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
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 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Massinfluence,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.