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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.