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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.