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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monochrome Set to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
The Moleskins,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Warren Ellis,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.