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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
PIL,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
Anakelly,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
X-101,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.