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 Georgia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kaleidoscope to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
10cc,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.