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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
ABC,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.