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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Can,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.