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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugs to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
The Kinks,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.