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 France and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
PIL,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.