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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.