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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 The Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Stooges,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.