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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Brand Nubian 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.