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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.