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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Pere Ubu,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.