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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
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.