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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Technova,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
The Names,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.