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 Portugal and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.