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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grime 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.