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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Index,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.