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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
the Human League,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Aaron Thompson,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.