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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Selecter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
the Normal,
Qualms,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.