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 Guinea 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Aswad,
The Residents,
10cc,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
X-101,
John Holt,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.