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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Scan 7 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.