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 Honduras and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Depeche Mode,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.