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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
Nico,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
The Wake,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
The Selecter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Soft Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Alison Limerick,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.