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 Monaco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.