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 Angola and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Walker Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.