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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Surgeon,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.