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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the dance 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Yaz,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
DNA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.