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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
June Days,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Silicon Teens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.