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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Joey Negro,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Subhumans,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.