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 Bahamas 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yusef Lateef,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.