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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Index,
Kayak,
Technova,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.