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 Russia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.