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 Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Sparks,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Eric Copeland,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.