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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Quantec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
ABBA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.