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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Delta 5 to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Young Marble Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Scientists,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.