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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mars,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.