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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.