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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
Ice-T,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zero Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.