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 Laos and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Trumans Water,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.