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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.