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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.