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 Maldives and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the grunge 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.