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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.