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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shoche,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.