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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
the Slits,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Isaac Hayes,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.