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 Taiwan 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Terry Callier to the funk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
The Doors,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Section 25,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Wire,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.