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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Shoche,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Nico,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.