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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Fugazi,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Fat Boys,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.