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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.