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 Chile and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Can,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Pulsallama,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.