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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
the Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.