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 Kenya 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Wings,
The Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
EPMD,
Organ,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.