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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Make Up,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Steve Hackett,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.