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 Ireland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Christie,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Make Up,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.