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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Mr. Review,
Scion,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.