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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 mellotron 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 Mad Mike to the jazz 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.