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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Residents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Wire,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.