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 Togo and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Sandy B,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.