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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.