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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.