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 Finland and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alton Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.