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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Half Japanese,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Althea and Donna,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.