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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Main Source,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxette,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Grauzone,
Patti Smith,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Shadows of Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.