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 Taiwan and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.