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 Austria and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Hill,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Main Source,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.