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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
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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.