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 United States and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.