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 Taiwan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Clear Light,
Can,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Prince Buster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.