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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.