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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Warsaw to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Darondo,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.