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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the rap 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Piero Umiliani,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.