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 Bangladesh and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Oneida,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
JFA,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Outsiders,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.