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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 H. Thieme to the rap 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.