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 Cuba and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.