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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wings,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Brick,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.