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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alphaville,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Black Flag,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.