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 Bahrain and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.