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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Robert Wyatt,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Wire,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.