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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
the Bar-Kays,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
The Names,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Axelrod,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.