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 Botswana 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.