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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Kas Product,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.