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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The United States of America,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Television,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.