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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Alison Limerick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Qualms,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Bill Wells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Franke,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.