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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.