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 Belarus and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Alarm Clocks to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
MC5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.