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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Audionom,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
World's Most,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.