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 Ireland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Agent Orange 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.