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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Smog,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.