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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Boz Scaggs,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.