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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.