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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Pussy Galore,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.