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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Boredoms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.