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 Suriname 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.