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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.