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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Jandek to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.