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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Henry Cow,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moebius,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.