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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Neu! to the disco 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Liliput,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.