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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.