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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Pop Group to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.