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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
UT,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.