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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
The New Christs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Motorama,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Reuben Wilson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Faust,
Cluster,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
The Move,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.