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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
a-ha,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.