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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Aloha Tigers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.