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 Guinea-Bissau and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Vogues to the rap 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Bob Dylan,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grauzone,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.