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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Public Enemy to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Swell Maps,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.