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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.