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 Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Mars,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.