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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 presents Echospace 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
Wire,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.