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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche 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?
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
X-102,
Barrington Levy,
the Normal,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Slave,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Tim Buckley,
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.