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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Au Pairs,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxette,
The Index,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.