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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 DNA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.