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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Mr. Review,
the Fania All-Stars,
Smog,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.