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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Crash Course in Science,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.