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 Bahamas and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Barracudas,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
Dawn Penn,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.