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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scion to the rock 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
ABC,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.