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 Bolivia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
Ornette Coleman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Khruangbin,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Tim Buckley,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.