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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.