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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Delta 5 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.