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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories 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?
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Mantronix,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.