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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Association,
Ohio Players,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.