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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
T. Rex,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.