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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Bluetip,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.