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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
the Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Soulsonic Force,
Little Man,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
a-ha,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.