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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
AZ,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
World's Most,
The Standells,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
ABC,
Television,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.