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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.