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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Desert Stars,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.