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 Panama and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.