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 Panama and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
The New Christs,
The Saints,
Can,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.