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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.