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 South Sudan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.