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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Babytalk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Carl Craig,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.