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 Equatorial Guinea and from London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Goldenarms,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.