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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Moon to the dance 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.