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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Shoche to the funk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Alton Ellis,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Symarip,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.