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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.