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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.