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 Belize and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Heaven 17,
Cymande,
Q65,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
The Skatalites,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.