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 Denmark 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mummies,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Agitation Free,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Todd Terry,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.