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 Japan and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Technova,
Brick,
Inner City,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.