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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 The Black Dice to the grunge 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.