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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Drexciya to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.