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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Stiv Bators to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
UT,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.