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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Magazine,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Magma,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.