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 Bolivia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pole,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.