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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Pagans,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.