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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Smog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Los Fastidios,
Moebius,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Zapp,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.