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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the dance 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Make Up,
JFA,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Agent Orange,
Cybotron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Urselle,
The Techniques,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.