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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Copeland,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.