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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 OOIOO to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Yaz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Eve St. Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiohead,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.