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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Oneida,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
June Days,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
kango's stein massive,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.