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 Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.