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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minny Pops to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.