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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Jacob Miller,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.