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 Belgium and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Pole,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Animal Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
JFA,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.