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 St Lucia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 LL Cool J to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.