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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
Scion,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.