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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 The Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Jandek,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
The Tremeloes,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.