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 Jordan and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Jacques Brel,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
The Evens,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.