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 Egypt and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Pole,
cv313,
The Gories,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.