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 Gabon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Von Mondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Smog,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.