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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Pole,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
The Music Machine,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.