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 Russia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 PIL to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
X-102,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Television Personalities,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.