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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the jazz 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
The Tremeloes,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Faust,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.