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 Argentina and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Mojo Men to the jazz 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Make Up,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Animal Collective,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Motorama,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.