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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Brick,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
AZ,
Bobby Womack,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Slave,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.