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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Matthew Bourne,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Skaos,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Monks,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.