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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
Magma,
X-102,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
Angry Samoans,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.