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 Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
The Wake,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Sister Nancy,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.