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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.