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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.