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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Main Source,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.