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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swans,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Darondo,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.