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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.