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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the punk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Smog,
Mantronix,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Scientists,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.