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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.