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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Sparks,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.