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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec 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?
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Janne Schatter,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.