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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Oblivians to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joey Negro,
The Doors,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
X-101,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.