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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.