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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.