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 Latvia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Circle Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
The Pop Group,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.