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 Slovenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantytec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.