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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Oneida,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.