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 Belarus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 This Heat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Cal Tjader,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.