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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
The Residents,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dead C,
Bang On A Can,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.