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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Association to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Byrd,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.