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 Argentina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Henry Cow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
The Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.