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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.