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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Franke,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Fear,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.