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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Josef K,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.