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 Kenya and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sister Nancy 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
The Slackers,
John Foxx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.