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 Poland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Albert Ayler,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.