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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jandek,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.