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 Nicaragua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Sex Pistols,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.