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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.