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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.