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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.