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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Davy DMX,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Procol Harum,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Qualms,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.