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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.