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 Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.