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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Agitation Free to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Crime,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.