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 Iran and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.