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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
The Dead C,
Jawbox,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
The Last Poets,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
EPMD,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.