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 Canada and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Mantronix,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
Blancmange,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.