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 Burkina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Visage,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.