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 Bahrain 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
The Associates,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.