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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Barrington Levy,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Icehouse,
Jandek,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Section 25,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Niagra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.