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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.