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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Albert Ayler,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.