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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Teasers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
New Order,
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Panda Bear,
These Immortal Souls,
cv313,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.