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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Glenn Branca to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.