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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.