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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
June Days,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Buckinghams,
Radiopuhelimet,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Rotary Connection,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
The Index,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.