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 Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
UT,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.