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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
DNA,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
the Germs,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
The Slits,
X-102,
The Residents,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.