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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.