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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Judy Mowatt,
Hoover,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Inner City,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.