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 Belarus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.