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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
ABBA,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.