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 Samoa and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.