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 East Timor and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Tim Buckley to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Eve St. Jones,
Joey Negro,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Deakin,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.