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 Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Sex Pistols,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.