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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Roxette,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
UT,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.