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 Mali and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Black Pus,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultra Naté,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Animal Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.