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 Austria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Deadbeat,
Procol Harum,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
The Trojans,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Brick,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.