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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Eddi Front,
The Saints,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Faust,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.