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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Offenders to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.