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 Antigua and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Deepchord,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.