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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
KRS-One,
The Martian,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.