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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Lyres,
Franke,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stereo Dub,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.