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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Sparks,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.