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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Yusef Lateef,
Wasted Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Porter Ricks,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.