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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.