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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Altered Images,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
the Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Black Dice,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.