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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Livin' Joy,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Ronan,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Index,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hashim,
Joy Division,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.