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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Whodini to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
The Knickerbockers,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Grauzone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
the Association,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.