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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Essential Logic,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.