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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Basic Channel to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The United States of America,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scratch Acid,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.