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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Names,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABC,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Ludus,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonic Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Fela Kuti,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.