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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
10cc,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.