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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.