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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.