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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Delta 5,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Fear,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.