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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Minutemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.