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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
June of 44,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
ABC,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Severed Heads,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.