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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Rites of Spring to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.