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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Fluxion,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
10cc,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Newcleus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.