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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
The Dead C,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.