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 Jamaica and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.