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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Magma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Josef K,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Country Teasers,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.