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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
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 marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
MDC,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.