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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Shoche,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.