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 Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
the Slits,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.