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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Tres Demented 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
This Heat,
The New Christs,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Lyres,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.