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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Remains to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roger Hodgson,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Max Romeo,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
X-101,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Chris Corsano,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.