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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Bob Dylan,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
Silicon Teens,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.