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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Magma,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Index,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
UT,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Excepter,
8 Eyed Spy,
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.