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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moleskins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.