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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minor Threat to the disco 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.