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 Portugal and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Smog,
Fluxion,
Q65,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.