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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rap 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stereo Dub,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Zeros,
H. Thieme,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
MDC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Carl Craig,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.