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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blues Magoos,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Harmonia,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Joey Negro,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.