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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
the Sonics,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
The Fuzztones,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.