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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pretty Things to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics 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 crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Television,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
the Germs,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
H. Thieme,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.