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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
The United States of America,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.