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 Gabon and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brass Construction to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.