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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.