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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Babytalk,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fluxion,
Black Pus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.