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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Standells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pole,
The Names,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.