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 Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
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 Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Cramps to the jazz 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.