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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Woodstock and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Music Machine,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Can,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.