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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Monolake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.