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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.