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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Surgeon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
New Order,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
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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.