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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.