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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Can,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.