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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Sonics to the jazz 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Quantec,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
Warsaw,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.