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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.